Daisy. But not that way. He never did me any harm. He was always good to me and kind to me.
Amah. That velly good way. Velly safe way.
Daisy. You devil! I hate the sight of you.
Amah. What for you hate me? I do what you want. Your father velly clever man. He say: no break eggs, no can eat omelette.
Daisy. I wish I'd never been born.
Amah. [Impatiently.] What for you tell me lies? You want Harry dead. Well, I kill him for you. [With a sudden gust of anger.] You no curse me or I beat you. You velly bad girl.
Daisy. [Giving way.] Oh, I feel so awfully faint!
Amah. [Tenderly, as though Daisy were still a child.] You sit down. You take smelly salts. [She helps Daisy into a chair and holds smelling salts to her nostrils.] You feel better in a minute. Amah love her little Daisy flower. Harry him die and Daisy velly sorry. She cry and cry and cry. George velly sorry for Daisy. By and by Daisy no cry any more. She say, more better Harry dead. Good old amah, she do everything for little Daisy.
[Daisy has been looking at her with terrified eyes.
Daisy. What a brute I am! I'd give anything in the world to have Harry back, and yet in the bottom of my heart there's a feeling—if I were free there'd be nothing to stand between George and me.